i like to pick the skin off my lips
and wonder why i bleed
all this pain is self-inflicted and
i am always on the outside
(of the world
of this body)
looking in and
something in me has never
felt quite like i belong
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your heart and the sea
Poetrylike magnets, opposites attract: your heart and the sea (but who really defines the word opposite? blood and water, you and me?) | a collection of poetry
